The 10k relaunch idea developed after initial concerns that the primitive board systems here couldn't support threads with more than 10,000 posts in them. I think those concerns have been alleviated, but we relaunch every 10,000 anyway. It's just like our rule that you are safe only on holy ground; none of us will violate that law. It's tradition.

She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I even heard her singing in the abbey
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the abbey
I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
Unpredictable as weather
She's as flighty as a feather
She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!
She'd outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She's a riddle! She's a child!
She's a headache! She's an angel!
She's a girl!

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!

Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Marrriiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaa?

Hooooow do you hooooold a moooooooooooooonbeam in ... your ... haaaaaaaaand?

Usually around this time of year Thok would be out hunting with the rest of his Tribe.

It's some sort of ritual where they find the largest Herring and set out with the spear guns from the mouth of the river; usually, the Bears will be able to learn to stay away from the obvious bottlenecks, so it can take them up to three or four weeks to snare their prize.

When they have cured the pelts, the boy closest to "coming of age" will be able to fight the Chieftain for the Pelt in hand to hand combat. I don't think Thok's done that yet, but he'd be pretty close to the right age soon enough.

a-HAAAAAA!!! But if you only watched the Nazi occupation part, then that would mean that you wouldn't have known where that song was from, since it's actually from the beginning of the film! You made the classic blunder, one of which is, never get into a land war in Asia, the second of which is, never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahaha--

a-HAAAAAA!!! But if you only watched the Nazi occupation part, then that would mean that you wouldn't have known where that song was from, since it's actually from the beginning of the film! You made the classic blunder, one of which is, never get into a land war in Asia, the second of which is, never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahaha--

I move an amendment to Jello's motion. Wall8 was naught but a naked power grab by the Jellonic dynasty. I move that his motion now read that no one but Lord Bane or Thok be seen as legitimate authors of the Hooper McFinney's Bar & Grille franchise.